Becca gets tricked into an embarrassing situation and ends up paying the price for being naive..
" Oh my God! I'm so embarrassed. I made a complete fool of myself today. After I agreed to work with the pilots at the two Air Force bases where I live, it was time for my first day of work. Lt. Colonel Reilly had seen me in action at the local marine base, where I had worked with our troops as a way to give back to our men in service.
After talking with me, he said his counterpart, Lt. Major Harris at the Marine base, had highly recommended me. Colonel Reilly said I'd be a perfect fit for a similar position at the Air Force bases. Colonel Reilly said I had the perfect skill set to handle the large caseload that awaited me. He alerted me I'd be working long hours in the beginning to work through the backlog of pilots that would seek my help. I assured him I was up for the job. Colonel Reilly said he would send me my official uniform and a pass to display when asked. I envisioned my office with a desk, a filing cabinet for the men's files, an easy chair for me, and a chase lounger for the men to relax on as we talked. The day had arrived, and I was excited to launch a new career. I wore the uniform the Colonel had sent me and agreed to go to the base four days a week and work with the fighter pilots needing my care.
Let me take you back to this morning when it all began.
I was to catch a helicopter each workday at the heliport at our local hospital and be transported to the base, where a driver would take me to an office building called a barracks, where I would work. I was nervous as I drove to the hospital and waited for the chopper to arrive for my first day of work. About fifteen people were waiting with me, a few women but mostly men. It was evident that the skirt provided was not a military-issued item. The other women's skirts were knee length, but mine covered my butt and not much more. The men were all looking at me, my long legs on display for them to view.
As instructed by the captain, although I couldn't understand why, I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and I could feel the cool breeze on my pussy. The helicopter came into view and landed, and it was big, loud, windy, and very intimidating. I looked at the vast machine, and a sense of dread came over me. I thought I had made a big mistake agreeing to take this position. The door of the beast opened, revealing three stairs, and one of the pilots motioned us to board. I was the first in line. I began to climb the stairs, nervously making my toward the top.
I clutched my purse to my chest, terrified and anxious, as I attempted to step up on the deck. My foot caught behind me, and I lunged forward, landing face-first on the deck. I was stunned by the fall, and with my arms underneath me and my legs still partially outside the craft, I tried to assess the damage to my thin frame.
"Are you all right, miss?" the Pilot asked, bending over me.
I instinctively spread my legs, tried to get my knees underneath me, and pushed my butt into the air. My face was still down on the deck, and my arms underneath me,
"Don't move. Are you hurt," the Pilot said, assessing the damage.
He gently touched my back as my body rose from the deck, and my skirt slid up my thighs.
"Don't try to move, miss; just relax for a bit," the pilot said sympathetically.
I lay there for a minute, resting on my knees, legs spread wide apart, butt in the air, while my shoulders and face were still on the deck of the copter. I was trying to gather my wits and free my arms when I heard talking and laughter behind me.
"Do we get popcorn with this show?" one guy said out loud.
"I hope the show continues when she gets inside," another offered
Then I realized I was giving a real show to those behind me. On my knees, legs spread, face on the deck, I showed all I had to offer to the men and women. I felt the Pilot pat my back,
"Just stay still for a while and relax."
He continued to rub my back, to the amusement of the men behind me. Finally, I came to my senses and realized what was happening. I hurried to my feet and rushed onto the copter. Frantically, I looked for another way off the craft, but all I saw was five rows of seats, three seats on each side of the aisle. I rushed to the back row and took an aisle seat, dropping my eyes to my lap, trying not to look at anyone. I could hear people talking about me as they boarded the copter. Then I noticed a pair of men's shoes in the aisle next to my row. I looked up, and the man in military uniform smiled at me and pointed to the window seat. I whispered to myself,
"Shit, I'm going to have company."
I got up and stepped into the aisle to let him in. A man behind him looked at me and said.
"I always sit in the aisle seat. I'm claustrophobic."
With that, he sat in my aisle seat, leaving me in the aisle. Three men were already sitting in the aisle across from me, and it looked like the rest of the seats were mostly taken.
I looked back at the men in my row; they were smiling, and one man patted the empty seat between them, showing me my only option. People were still looking at me, and I wanted to hide in my seat as quickly as possible. I asked the man in the aisle seat,
"Could you please let me get into my seat?"
I fully expected him to get up and let me in, but instead, he pulled his legs in and motioned me to scoot past him. I started to move to my seat, and when I was out of the aisle and in front of his seat, he spread his legs apart and pushed his legs forward, blocking me from my seat. I had to grab the seat in front of me to keep from falling into his lap.
I said, "Excuse me, please let me get to my seat."
I heard the men around me chuckling at our encounter when suddenly I felt his hand press my back and body against the back of the seat in front of me.
"What are you doing? Stop it, let me to my seat", I whispered, not wanting to draw further attention to myself.
I could hear more laughter, and the Pilot watched from the front of the copter as the shenanigans in the back row played out.
I wiggled my upper body and moved to push past his leg to get to my seat.
"Stop it, let me go, don't do that," I cried again.
But the man just laughed,
"Easy now. Everything is going to be just fine. Just relax, airman," he said softly.
I finally reached my seat and noticed the armrests between our seats had been raised out of the way. It was now just one long seat, much roomier than a regular airplane.
"Now that everyone is safely seated, we can take off." The Pilot said, looking at me and smiling broadly.
He watched us the whole time but never tried to stop my humiliation. I could feel the copter lift off the ground, the engines purred, and we rose into the sky. It was much quieter than I had imagined, and the ride was smooth. I took a deep breath and sighed, thinking the worst of my ordeal was over. I couldn't have been more wrong.
"It's your first time on this flight, correct, Airman?" the man in the aisle seat said.
"Yes, it's my first day working at this base?" I answered.
Well, I'm Capt. Ryan and our other passenger in the row is Capt. Edwards.
"Hello, I’m Becca," I said, still flustered from our earlier encounter.
"Have you heard of the custom for all newbies on their first flight?" Capt. Ryan asked.
"Um, no, I haven’t," I replied softly.
"Well, it's something fun for you and everyone on board. We've all done it on our first flight," Capt. Edwards added.
"So, everyone's done it?" I asked wierily.
"Yep, every man and woman has done it on their first day. It's an Air Force tradition," Capt. Ryan stated proudly.
"Well, if it's a tradition and everyone's done it, it can't be that bad. OK, I'm game. What do I have to do?" I replied
"That's Good. I'm glad you're on board with being one of us," Capt. Edwards said, smiling.
"OK, we'll remove your jacket, blouse, skirt, and shoes, then you walk to the front row and then back in just your underwear," Capt. Ryan announced calmly.
"Wait, what? Everyone did that on their first day, no way," I asked, alarmed.
"Yeah, it's an Air Force tradition," Capt. Edwards repeated.
"Hey guys, didn't you do the underwear walk of shame on your first flight?" Capt. Ryan asked the men across the aisle from us.
"Yeah, for sure," They responded, laughing.
"Oh God, I can't do that," I exclaimed.
"What's wrong, airman? You want to be one of us, don't you?" Capt. Ryan asked.
"Well, sir, more than anything, it's just that," I shuddered.
"But what airman, you want to or don't," Capt. Edwards said, getting impatient.
"I'm not wearing any underwear; I was told not to," I said, turning red.
"Oh yeah, I remember seeing your butt earlier," Capt. Ryan said.
"It's OK, you can run up there naked and come right back. They won't think anything of it," Capt. Ryan assured me.
"What? Naked," I shrieked.
I sat there silent, my mind racing. I wanted to be one of the flight group, but doing it naked made me nervous. I looked at both the men and looked around the chopper, and everyone seemed to be preoccupied. I was scared; the men in the aisle beside us watched our every move.
"Well?" Capt. Edwards asked.
“Can’t I do it tomorrow? I’ll wear underwear for it,” I asked, now freaking out.
“Well, it wouldn’t be your first flight then, would it?” Capt. Ryan asked.
“No, I guess it wouldn’t,” I said dejectedly.
I sat there momentarily, trying to visualize what I was about to do. None of the scenarios turned out well.
"Alright, but just for a second, and no funny business?" I replied, shaking.
"Oh God, how do I do it?" I moaned.
"OK, Becca. Lay across the seat, and we'll undress you so nobody can see. Then we'll let you out in the aisle to do your walk," Capt. Edwards said.
I dropped my purse and lay across the seat, my legs over Capt. Edwards's lap and my torso across Capt. Ryan's legs.
Capy Edward started the show, taking off my shoes and socks and putting them on the top of the seat in front of me. The men sitting ahead noticed it, knelt in their seats, and looked into our row.
"Make them turn around. They'll see everything," I cried.
"It's alright, let them watch. They'll see you naked anyway. Capt. Ryan said matter of factly.
I closed my eyes, blushing in embarrassment as Capt. Edwards unclasped my skirt and, locating the zipper, unzipped it.
I felt my skirt pulled slowly from under my bottom and off my legs. He released one foot at a time to remove it. I opened my eyes to see him hand it to the men in the row ahead of us. They folded it neatly and placed it next to my shoes.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m letting you guys do this to me,” I cried.
Capt. Edwards placed my feet in his lap and spread my knees wide apart. The men in the row ahead of us clamored for a peak.
"Wow! She's freshly shaved, not a hair anywhere," Capt. Edwards told the crowd gathering around.
Now, it was Capt. Ryans turned to have some fun. He stretched my arms out, and I felt hands from across the aisle grab hold of my hands. He began to unbutton my blazer. He slowly peeled it back till it cleared my shoulders, and the men across the aisle slid it off my arms and hands. Then he unbuttoned my blouse, and I could hear the men gathered around talking. When he pulled it open, he sat me upright, and the men behind me removed it. I was now totally naked, in the back of a helicopter with eight men gathered around. They folded my clothes and put them in a neat pile on the seat in front of me. They sat me up in my seat. I covered my charms from the peeping eyes around me.
" OK, airman, step out in the aisle, put your hands at your sides, walk slowly to the front of the chopper, and then slowly walk back so everyone gets a good look at you," Capt. Ryan explained.
"This is so embarrassing. Are you sure everyone does this?" I asked, shaking.
"Don't worry, they won’t think anything of it," Capt. Edwards reassured me.
I stood up and stepped into the aisle. The men in front and beside us started whistling and yelling as I stood there. The commotion caused everyone to stand and look at me. I started my slow walk as men cheered me on.
"Oh my God, she's totally naked," A woman shouted.
“Haha, she fell for the walk of shame scam, that’s awesome,” Another woman said.
I walked up the aisle; men in the aisle seats stood up, staring at me. It was embarrassing, yet at the same time, I was getting aroused. A man in the front of the plane stood up, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, caressing my pussy as I kissed him back. He fingered my wet pussy as we kissed. For some reason, I lifted my arms over my shoulders, allowing him to access me. My mind was spinning as though I was dizzy. I finally broke free of him and made my way back to my seat; men kissed me while hands probed my nakedness. By the time I got back to my seat, It had been more than a quick walk, and I was delirious. Capt. Ryan grabbed me, scooped me up in his arms, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. Capt Edwards spread my legs and buried his face in my twat.
“Fuck is her honey hole wet, and she tastes great,” Capt. Edwards announced to all in earshot.
I moaned as his tongue split my pussy lips and attacked my clit.
“Let’s lay her down, Ryan. I’ve got to have this,” Capt. Edwards said excitedly.
They laid me down on the seat, and I watched as Capt. Ryan removed his clothes.
“No, no, please don’t fuck me, Not in front of everyone,” I cried out.
My cries went unheard as I looked at Capt. Ryan’s cock, it was big and hard. He placed his knees on the seat, and his cock throbbed in front of my face. He pressed it to my lips, and I resisted opening my mouth.
“Go ahead, airman, you can do it,” He told me.
I looked at him, realizing I had no way out of this situation, I reached up a bit and sucked the head into my mouth. I began to bob my head on it, much to the delight of the onlookers. Capt. Edwards, sensing his opening, stripped and climbed on the seat, spread my legs, and pushed them back toward my head. He slid forward and let my legs rest on his shoulders, my knees bending. Then he shoved his long fat cock into my boiling-hot snatch.
"Umm, Umm," I moaned as his cock roughly filled my fuckhole.
With Capt. Edwards's monster deep into me, stretching me to my max. He began to thrust in and out of me, and my feet danced back and forth, matching his movement. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, his fucking motion caused the metal seat support to rub against the copter’s deck, making a lovely screeching noise. It was more than loud enough for everyone on board to hear. “Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek,”. Everyone not standing and watching stood up to see what the noise was, and between my shoes, and clothes folded on the seat in front of me, my bare feet bouncing back and forth, and the screeching noise, the whole aircraft knew we were fucking.
A minute passed, and I could now taste Capt. Ryan's semen was in my mouth, the hair on his belly tickling my lips as he fucked my hungry mouth. The salty taste filled my sinuses and was intoxicating. I tightened my lips around his throbbing cock to hasten his coming. He became more aroused, my lips tightened, and my head bobbed backward to meet his thrusts. I could tell by his swelling cock; he was going to cum soon. I began to moan, and the vibration transferred to his cock. It was more than he could take. His cock jerked in my mouth, and a volley of thick sweet sperm shot to the back of my throat, wrapping around my tonsils before slipping down my throat. His cock pumped his sweet sperm into my wanting mouth, his balls emptying, and he moaned in pleasure,
"Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck yeah, Oh, fuck” he exclaimed as he came.
Capt. Edwards seeing what was happening bore down and increased his pounding of my helpless pussy. The noise level of our seats and the pace of the screeching picked up,
"Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, "
The men standing and watching nearby noticed the change and urged Capt. Edwards to finish.
"Yeah, fuck her good," and "Pound that fucking pussy,” Words of encouragement rang out.
A now-spent Capt. Ryan slid his failing cock out of my mouth, his glistening bent cock hanging right over my face, his sack swinging gently over my eyes. I felt relieved that half of my ordeal was over, and soon things would settle down. But as soon as Capt. Ryan stepped away, and another cock and set of balls appeared behind me. The man straddled my head, and his hands pulled my lower jaw open, and he pinched my cheeks, forcing my lips open. He nestled his balls on my lips. I knew what he wanted. I was going to get tea bagged and make me wash his balls with my mouth. I opened my mouth, and he wiggled his balls into my mouth. I rolled them around, wetting them and sucking on them. The bystanders roared their approval. How did I let this happen? I was in it deep now. How many men would use me? I wondered.
"Boy, she's a hungry little slut, right?" One man commented.
When he was happy his balls were sufficiently clean, he pulled them from my mouth. I fully expected him to slide his hard cock in my mouth, but instead stepped forward and squatted over me. His bunghole was right above my mouth, he dropped down a few inches, and his butt cheeks touched my cheeks.
"Clean it," he demanded.
I puckered my lips, stuck them to his anus, and sucked on it, my tongue probing his sour opening.
"Oh, fuck yeah, eat it, baby," he moaned.
I wiggled my tongue and forced it into his anus while my mouth sucked on his asshole. Capt. Edwards had finally reached his peak and, with a defiant,
"OH Yes"
Buried his cock in me and let loose. I could feel his hard cock twitch inside me as his balls pumped their thick, potent baby batter into my unprotected pussy. With my legs pointing upwards and rolling up on the small of my back, his cum shot right into my cervix, a short swim to reach my ripe egg. I tried to see his face, wanting to see what my baby might look like; he was very handsome. When he finished, he ripped his cock out of me and handed my upright legs to a man in the row ahead of me, not a drop of cum leaking out of me. The man held my legs while Capt. Edwards dressed. I expected him to sit down, but he walked past me and into the aisle. They held my legs up while another officer entered my aisle. He dropped his pants and underwear and climbed onto the seat, taking my legs from the man carrying them. Just like Capt. Edwards spread my legs and slid close to me, his cock finding no resistance as it plunged into my wet pussy.
"Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek," the seat started playing its song again.
I realized it would not just be Capt. Ryan and Edwards using me this morning. The man in the aisle lifted off my face and stepped back, offering his rock-hard cock to me. I opened my mouth to service it. He slapped my face with it a few times and fed it into my mouth. He grabbed my head, and he began fucking my mouth.
How many of you guys is she going to fuck?" A woman asked, disgusted yet secretly enthralled by the idea.
"Pretty much all of us," Capt. Ryan replied, chuckling.
The female officer imagined herself being fucked by cock after cock. The idea made her wet, and she couldn't help but watch Becca get defiled in front of the whole aircraft.
"Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek," the sound of my pussy getting pounded continued.
After only a minute or two, I felt the man's cock fucking my pussy, began to jerk inside me,
"Oh, fuck I'm coming," he moaned.
After the lengthy fucking Cap.t Edwards gave me, it was quite a disappointment for me and the crowd watching.
"Boo"
"lightweight"
"fuck, you just started."
People watching commented it seemed that fucking my pussy was becoming an endurance competition. The embarrassed man withdrew from my pussy, and dejectedly dressed. Not a drop of cum leaked out of me as the man exited the row, and the next contestant made his way to the window seat.
The man fucking my mouth was leaking cum into my mouth like an old engine leaks oil. He came quickly and forcefully. His cum splashed against the back of my throat before slipping down into my stomach. He continued to fuck my mouth, milking out every last drop. He pulled out, and another cock immediately appeared, filling my open and accepting mouth. At the other end of the seats, another man had my legs in position and his cock inside me already.
"Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, the sounds continued.
"Isn't there any oil on this craft, for Christ's sake? That sound is giving me a headache," one of the women screamed.
"Ha-ha, that's the sound of a tight little pussy getting fucked” Capt. Edwards exclaimed.
My split roast continued, men coming, and the next man took his place. I lost count of how many men had fucked me. Two men were working on me when I heard a voice, and one of the pilots stood beside me.
"How many more, Ryan? The Major wants to know."
"Tell him we have three guys left to go," Capt. Ryan answered.
"OK, hurry it up. We have to land soon," the Pilot replied.
Now, a sudden sense of urgency took over the men. The pace of my fucking quickened,
"Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, Eeek, the seat squealed in double time.
And finally, I had my first orgasm; I gripped the seat, and my body shook as pleasure pulsed through my body. I moaned loudly, with a cock stuck in my mouth, and my vision became blurry.
"Fuck she's losing it," someone commented.
"Yeah, she just had a huge orgasm," another stated.
Fuck that was good, I thought, as the men prepared to fill my holes with yet another load of cum. Soon no more cocks appeared in my face, and the aisle was clear of men. My legs were still in the air, resting against the back seat. Nobody was preparing to fuck me. The men had all returned to their seats and Capt. Ryan helped me sit up. I lowered my legs and was upright again in my seat, feeling very full of cum and dizzy. I didn't know where Capt. Edwards went. I felt the helicopter set down, and people quickly stood up and exited as they laughed and talked about the flight.
Capt. Ryan took my clothes off the seat in front of us,
"Do you need any help getting dressed?" He asked softly, smiling.
"No, just leave me alone," I scoffed.
"Don't be mad, Becca. You asked for this today. You showed every man on this flight your sweet little pussy before you even got on the copter," he explained.
"I tripped; that was an accident, and you guys took advantage of me because of an accident," I replied tearfully.
"Come on, you were enjoying all the attention," he asserted.
I didn't reply, and I just started putting on my skirt. He held up my blazer and looked at the nameplate,
"Stress Reduction Specialist," he said
"You certainly lived up to your title today, young lady," he said mockingly.
"That's the title the Major gave me. I'm here to talk to the pilots and help them with their stress," I announced proudly.
"I'm sure you'll be doing much more than talking when the pilots meet you," he replied.
"Well, they have set up an office for me to see the pilots in an old barracks they don't use anymore," I retorted.
"Ha-ha and I'll bet it has a nice big bed right in the middle of your office so that you can reduce their stress," he replied
"With all due respect, Capt. You're a pig. I said, putting on my blouse.
"What time is our flight home today?" He asked.
"Well, I'm supposed to see men from eight to noon, then one to five, then six to eight. The Major said many men need help, so, in the beginning, I'd be having long hours," I answered.
"So, you'll be on the eight-thirty helicopter out tonight," he replied
"Yes, I think that's right," I replied, putting on my shoes.
"Well, that's my flight also. I'm going to move the women off that flight to an earlier one, so you won't be as embarrassed," he told me.
"We can get four more guys on the flight for you also," he stated casually.
"And why would I want four more guys on the flight?" I queried.
"More guys to de-stress," he said, smiling broadly.
"If they need help, you'll have to talk to the Major and arrange to come to my office, and I'm telling the Colonel what you did today," I told him sternly.
"That's fine," he replied.
I replied, "Fine, I will, and stormed off the helicopter to look for the driver to take me to my office and the start of my first day of work.
WhoreownerReport
asley-apagaReport